Page 5 of #Starstruck

“I’m sure. Go!”

“I will tell him all about you. Maybe I can get him to come out here! Love you!” Without further hesitation Lexi went through the gate, and the guard locked it behind her. I watched until they’d entered the building, then decided to wait for her in my car. I turned it on, running the heater and wondering what was happening. Obviously I was disappointed, but if it couldn’t happen for me, I was glad it was finally happening for Lexi.

My phone beeped. I looked at it, expecting a text from Lexi.

It was Chase.

Aaron’s leering expression popped into my head. This was probably him. Lexi was most likely totally ignoring him and fawning all over Chase, leaving Aaron free to text Chase’s fans, pretending to be him.

A few seconds later, I had a notification on my Twitter app. A new follower.

Chase Covington was following me. Which was significant, given I had, like, seven followers, and one of them was my mom.

He sent me a direct message, which was private, unlike our tweets.

Now I knew it wasn’t him. How would Chase Covington know about my spice cookies? Aaron had just tipped his hand. Had Lexi told him? It was the only plausible explanation. How else could he possibly know? Was that what he spent his free time doing? Trolling for dates among Chase’s fans? So gross.

A few seconds later, there was a picture of Chase wearing the ball cap I’d seen him in. He was holding up a piece of paper that said, “Hi, Zoe Miller.”

It was him. He was tweeting me. My heart pounded so hard I was afraid I might have a heart attack. This was happening. And it was four in the morning. How did he still look so beautiful this early?

I was pretty sure my full name wasn’t on my account. I didn’t want anybody from school or the Ocean Life Foundation, the charity I interned at, to know about my movie-star obsession.

He followed a link? What? What was happening?

It was the only thing I could think of to say. It seemed like an eternity before he responded, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute.

OMG, OMG, OMG. Now I understood why the other Chasers constantly tweeted in all caps. I felt hysterical and giddy. Excited that I had caught his eye but freaking out as I realized all the crap I had posted on Twitter. Stuff that made me laugh, politics that pissed me off, pictures of me and Lexi in avocado masks with our hair in big rollers.

Bragging about my spice cookies.

I was going to have to go through my account and delete every single thing I had ever put up.

But it was too late. He’d already seen them. Every sarcastic, snarky, self-deprecating remark I’d ever posted.

And all the gushing ones about how much I loved him.

OMG.

Another girl, probably every other girl on the planet, would have jumped at the chance. But I didn’t believe it. He didn’t really want me to make him cookies. He was just joking. Teasing.

And maybe if my mom hadn’t spent most of her life chasing fame, I might be more starry-eyed and less of a keeping-both-feet-on-the-ground type of gal.

The person he was about to meet was Lexi. What would she think about her future husband asking me to make him baked goods? I laid my forehead against the steering wheel. I didn’t trust things I couldn’t understand.

And I most definitely did not understand this. Chase Covington could literally date any woman he wanted. He had already dated some of the most beautiful women in Hollywood. Supermodels. A pop star.

This insanely handsome man did not flirt with formerly homeschooled nobodies.

Maybe I was being presumptuous. Maybe he wasn’t flirting. He was probably just being polite. Or friendly.

Why?

And at four thirty in the morning?

It didn’t seem to matter how many times I asked the question, I couldn’t make sense of it.

Did celebrities try to punk fans? Maybe he was high. That made more sense. Then he would just forget that all of this ever happened.

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